9-15-09
Love is Blood
(A dark love poem)
Exchange for his love
I must spill my blood.
The price I pay for love
Is blood.
Streaming softly
From my wrist;
Flowing from my fingertips,
Drip. Drip. Drip.
All you want is
Blood. Blood. Blood.
While all I need
Is for his love.
AD
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